"Well, it's not quite a mop and it's not quite a puppet… but man (laughs). So to answer your question, I don't know." – Homer Simpson, "A Fish Called Selma"

New Year’s Eve

All is quiet, on New Year’s Eve. Sorry to mangle a U2 lyric, but I’m all outta material for the year 2 double “O” 3. I had hoped to reach 100 posts (this is number 97) by year’s end, but I slacked off in December. I promise to make a big deal out of it three posts from now, but right now I’m OK with underachieving.

Other than that, I hope everyone has a happy, safe and reproductive holiday weekend. Enjoy the New Year responsibly unless you have a designated driver. If that’s the case, go ahead and get shit-faced.

So that’s it for me. Jenn is on her way to pick me up from work and whisk us down to Fayetteville. I’m just filling space.